Chapter 108: There is a dead eunuch in the palace (13)

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After howling for a while, the Empress Dowager touched the tears in the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said to the confused emperor: "Does the emperor want to ask why the Ai family is not sad?"

The emperor nodded blankly.

The Empress Dowager smiled slightly: "People of the royal family cannot have weaknesses or preferences. That house has been there for too long, so long that people feel that as long as they hurt the house, they can hurt the Ai family. Your Majesty, you have to remember that preferences This kind of thing is not something that royal people can have, and never let anyone have the opportunity to hurt you!"

The Emperor: "Yes, Emperor's Mother, my son has remembered it!" Emperor's Mother, you didn't set the house on fire yourself, right?

The Queen Mother looked at the Emperor and smiled slightly, saying nothing more.

At this time, Naqir walked in with heavy steps.

Seeing the emperor in the room, he immediately bowed and said with a smile: "Hey, the emperor came early today. Does your stomach hurt? It's a pity that I didn't do Shaqima today. I'm afraid the emperor can't wait. arrive!"

The emperor smiled and nodded to Naqir: "That aunt is making fun of me again!" He remembered that when he was a child, every time he got up early in the palace, his mother would complain about stomachache, just to trick his aunt into making Shaqima for him. A knowing smile.

Suddenly, there was laughter in the main hall. After talking for a while, the Queen Mother smiled and said to Naqir: "I see you just walked in angrily. Who has such courage to provoke you?"

The emperor also became curious after hearing this. This aunt, this aunt, has been a fierce character since she was a child, and there are still people who dare to mess with her.

After the aunt heard the Queen Mother's question, the smile that originally hung on her face dropped, her cheeks puffed up again, and she leaned towards the Queen Mother: "Liu Guiren brought that girl here to thank the Queen Mother!" She originally wanted to talk to the Queen Mother and the others. Talking more about conversation, Liang Yiliang, these two people did not expect that the Queen Mother would ask herself so quickly.

The Queen Mother had a smile on her lips, without revealing her little thoughts: "Pass it in!"

Naqir saluted, turned around and went out to call someone.

The emperor was a little curious: "Empress Huang, who is this Mr. Liu?"

The Queen Mother laughed: "You heartless person, think carefully about who you spent the last few nights with."

Last night, the Queen Mother had sent someone to find out all the information about Jin Qing and Qin Yin.

The emperor slapped his forehead, how could he forget this person! This Zhang Lang didn't even mention reminding himself.

At this time, Jin Qing and Qin Yin had already come in.

Qinyin is still confused now. She can't figure out why Ah Qiao was named a noble just by going out for a walk!

And Concubine Shu, who could handle herself at will before, actually became a noble lady.

It seems that there is only one word difference between imperial concubine and noble person, but in fact the difference is not a tiny bit different. My Ah Qiao is really amazing!

After Qinyin entered the door, she saw that the emperor and the queen mother were there. She quickly knelt down to say hello and thank her, while Jin Qing stood aside and bowed.

The emperor frowned: "You slave, why don't you kneel down when you see me and the Queen Mother?"

Before Jin Qing could reply, the Queen Mother smiled and answered for Jin Qing: "Okay, Your Majesty, please don't embarrass this girl. The Ai family really likes this girl Ah Qiao and has already exempted her from kneeling."

When the emperor heard this, he immediately became interested. He glanced at Jin Qing and looked at it carefully: Well, he is old and ugly, and he looks really shabby! The interest I had just felt was immediately wiped out.

Looking at the green and tender music on the side, which was like a small flower, a trace of satisfaction flashed across the emperor's eyes. This is what you call a woman!

Therefore, red flowers always need green leaves to set off.

Next, Qin Yin was given a seat and chatted with the Empress Dowager and the Emperor for a long time, while Jin Qing hid in his little wall and played with his fingers.

Seeing that it was getting dark towards noon, the Emperor declined the Empress Dowager's invitation to stay for dinner and returned to the Yangxin Hall with his people.

On the way, the emperor suddenly said: "Zhang Lang, go find out what's going on with this Ah Qiao!"

His empress was the one who cared about propriety and rules the most. When she was a child, she made him copy the policy ten times just because he picked up an extra chopstick when eating.

Why would the Emperor's mother, who valued etiquette and rules so much, be so indulgent to a humble palace maid?

Huang Kao said that in this imperial city, nothing would be allowed to escape his control, so he must find out the reason for this matter.

Zhang Lang hurriedly received the order and ordered his men to investigate.

It didn't take long for Zhang Lang to collect all the information about Jin Qing and report it to the emperor. However, the investigation of Jin Qing ended only after he was sentenced.

Because no one knows what happened next, let alone how Jin Qing got into the eyes of the Queen Mother.

After listening to Zhang Lang's report, the emperor sneered and said, "My dear Zhu, this method is too clumsy. You really want to cover the sky with one hand in the harem!" It seemed that he was right to touch her.

Zhang Lang quickly echoed: "Why can't I understand this? Why does the emperor think so?"

The emperor's smile became colder when he heard this: "Every one of the guards in the palace has their eyes set above their heads. Think about it, who would fall in love with an old and ugly palace maid, let alone leave a pair of obscene pants as a token of love?" Token, my guards really think they are full of shit!"

Zhang Lang: ""It makes sense!

Jin Qing lived a happy life in Cining Palace.

He ate more and worked less every day. When he had nothing to do, he would go into the small kitchen of Cining Palace to cook with them and sneak a few bites by the way.

Jin Qing found that her appetite had increased significantly since she was struck by a giant thunder last time.

It used to be enough food for three people, but now it's not enough for ten people!

But correspondingly, Jin Qing found that after entering the body this time, the sluggish feeling of rejection between body and soul in the previous world also disappeared.

The small kitchen in Cining Palace was provided with money from the Imperial Kitchen on a monthly basis. If the rest was not enough, the Queen Mother's palace share money would be used to fill in the rest. However, the money allocated by the Imperial Kitchen was always more than enough.

When the palace guests eat, they go to the small living room at the back door of the kitchen in three batches according to time. Eunuch Shangshan will arrange for someone to prepare meals for them.

The Queen Mother has been a vegetarian for many years, and the daily dishes sent from the imperial kitchen are all added to the palace.

So in a small kitchen with a lot of money, Jin Qing was like a duck in water.

Before meeting Jin Qing again, the master chef in the small kitchen had always doubted life.

He is a person who is truly obsessed with cooking. He entered the palace just to pursue the highest level of cooking.

Where is the best cook in the world? Of course it’s in the palace!

After passing numerous tests, he finally entered the holy place of his dreams - the Imperial Kitchen.

But within a few days of entering the palace, he realized that he was wrong.

Being a chef in the palace is just a step-by-step job. He has been in the palace for nearly ten years, but he has learned nothing.

No, he also learned something, enough to write a memoir of palace fighting.